Okay, fucking fine.
Today was kind of a weird day for me. Weird in a way that I'm not really sure I can describe. Or that I should describe.
The thing is, I'm thinking that I should probably be more sad than I am. Meanwhile, I should also be more happy than I am. Since I'm neither happy nor sad, despite various conspiracies, I'll just call it a weird day.
First, I went shopping again. Bought some work clothes.
I know, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Then I went over to The Pub and talked with BikerGirl for a bit while I had a Newcastle (4232). That was about the time when I figured that I'd managed to alienate both HatGirl and NotHideousGirl in the same week. This should have bothered me, but it didn't. At least, not as much as I'd have thought.
Then I called MixedSignalGirl.
I know, I'm not supposed to do that anymore. But I had a good reason, and I'm pretty sure that she'd agree that I had a good reason.
You know that bullshit saying about If you love something let it go blah blah blah? Well I'm testing that saying, and it sucks. Big giant green ones.
Then I came home and took a nap. I dreamed about my ex-wife. That always pisses me off. There are a gazillion people more worthy of my dreams than her. Oh well.
Then I went to Rich O's. I had a couple glasses of Fastenbier (132) and talked with some of the guys I know.
The place was a total sausage-fest tonight. Even more than usual.
Plus, I kinda got the feeling that FutureDude was irritated with me. I may have violated one of my prime directives: Never piss off a bartender.
I got tired of the sausage-fest, so I went over to Louisville. I figured that I'd just chill out at The Pub or at Hard Rock for a while, let today sink into me a bit.
No such luck.
Hard Rock was fucking closed.
The Pub was fucking closing as I walked up to the doors.
So I walked down to the Red Star, and they were still open, and the cutie bartender agreed to serve me a beer.
So I had a heterosexual* Blue Moon (469) as is my custom in that place.
When I got up to leave the Red Star, I glanced over at one of the tables, and I saw a pretty brunette who kinda look familiar. I didn't think much of it though, until I got outside.
Once I got outside, I turned around, and there she was.
So we went back inside and talked about various crap for a few minutes. It was good to see her.
Then I came home. I'd been thinking about going over to this Third Street Dive place, but by that time I'd had enough excitement.
* - without the ubiquitous fruit wedge